Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.